CHAPTER 4: FOOD OF THE GODS The colony had spent the first six months tackling all the problems that any new group of settlers have no matter how well planned their settlement may be. Equipment shortages and malfunctions, injuries and sickness, unexpected extremes of conditions and a thousand and one variations on Murphy's Law, that had been found to be equ...
Hey, folks. This is my first story on Lit, and firstly, I'd like to thank you all for reading, off the bat. There's not much in the way of sex in the first chapter, but I do like to bring up the plot. Enjoy, and please, review, comment, and enjoy! * Kara Archer sat in the passenger seat of her brother's car. She had her eyes closed, and her entire body was...
This morning began like any other morning for me. I missed most of it. This is what comes of being a night person, you tend to miss most of the mornings, at least that part of the mornings between four and eleven. As far as I was concerned mornings ended not long after my head hit the pillow, and stuttered back to life at eleven. Whoever's pillow it was didn...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2007 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************...
Author's Note This story was inspired by an ad placed on a "No Strings Attached Sex"website. I contemplated dividing it into chapters, since it is quite long. I hope those who read it, enjoy it. I am indebted to BrownSugar82 and Juicy Starchild for their editing which has made my story more readable. * It was three thirty on Friday afternoon, and I was co...
Beth Mitchell opened her eyes to the soft light of early dawn seeping through the sky-blue gauze curtains covering her bedroom windows. She stared up at the ceiling for a second, then turned and looked at her alarm, noting that she had another fifteen minutes before it would go off. But instead of laying her head back down – she had never been the sort to go...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The doorbell rang just after Ruth had emerged from the shower and was wrapping herself in a fluffy blue bathrobe. She cursed softly then padded down the corridor, her bare feet leaving damp prints on the vinyl tiles. By the time she had reached the door she had draped a towel over her long blonde hair and shoulders. Peering through the spy-hole, she could se...
Trying to post again on here, now that I have some time off of work to get things uploaded. Thanks for sending me messages even when i couldn't. ~~~~~~~~~~~ It felt like an eternity since the Inspector had been by her cell, however no new food had been brought to the women here. The sounds from upstairs seemed to amplify more, if possible, and she could h...
There is very little graphic sex in this story. * CHAPTER ONE I have often heard people say that what goes around comes around; many will sagely refer to the 'circles of time'. If you are to believe those two maxims, then the other old advisory 'you should never go back' is contradictory. You have no choice about going back because the circles of time and...